BF>>>> Are you still mad at me?
 MG>>> I've _never_ been mad at you.
 BF>> That was news to me.

 MG> Not even so much as /miffed/, in fact...

Is that why you go under the name Miffo in some places?

 MG>>> That's not my gig... you're cornfusing me with Da RSM. I'm
more into the
 MG>>> dwarf-tossing competition.

 BF>> What happend to Lou? Have you seen him after the last competition?

 MG> I have heard of him in that other networkey thingy, (which shall remain
 MG> nameless in here for the nonce...) however it appears that it was only
 MG> done in order to tease us with some more false, empty promises...

Oh yes. They are experts at that.

 BF>> Have the Nurses done the necessary adjustments on his
Clue Implant so
 BF>> it's possible to use him even next year?

 MG> His Clue implant has been beyond repair since 1989.

That explains the smell at the Deli.

 MG>>> Under where?
 BF>> The Kilt.

 MG> I can't speak for Stubby...

Isn't that what you have done for years?

 MG> you'd best be careful, because he /has/ been
 MG> mad at you before.

Especially when I gave him a Canadian Club for his birthday. He said something
about WWIII and cat and went away to the still to make some adjustments.
The other time he went nuts was when I gave him a Grant's. He said that it brought
back too many bad threesome memories. Do you have a Clue what he ment?
Next time I will give him a Glenmorangie Quinta Ruban Port Cask Extra Matured
that I hope will smooth things over.

 MG> But then again, Stubby can tend to get mad at everyone, especially just
 MG> after he runs out of Scotch...

I know....and then he have to call his friends to get some Islay stuff and Ardberg
can't be his favourite.

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